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king of kings - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

lemme school you.

[chorus: sung] – in background
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i.

[talking over chorus]
yo, to all my hungry disciples
listen (let’s talk) sit still, sit still.
sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
kings, kings, kings, sit still (the hungriest)
listen, lemme school you for a minute.
blackout, blackout (blackout).

[verse one: royce]
an angel from the lost, spite headband, marked dead man
innermost thoughts locked, dangling from a cross (what)
the hotter the heart, the harder – wrapped up
crucified with my chest up, felt forsaken by the father
wounded rebel (oooh) in jerusalem
gettin picked on, and whipped by the goons of the devil
black man, 5 foot 9, see the dawn when he stares out
with wool hair and feet of bronze
birdstick, a black staff with brown handle
backtrack; my first kicks, brown sandals
in the breeze of the surgeon, surrounded by merchants
i’mmaculate birth, conceived by a virgin
do a lot in the lyric, due to the true and not living
pure as the white driven human inside of a spirit
or the cathedral, that’s only a quarter illegal
slaughter the people, all for the forces of evil
exterior armor, transparent, non-vivid
the last grand wizard slash serial bomber
here it is; i’m heaven sent, livin in h-ll
all-seeing eye, in hand of the pyramids and keep watchin
out for the death while the beats knockin
plot by the devil in a blue dress and chief stockings
spiritual last, equipped with physical m-ss
able to think quick and bring miracles to p-ss
the lost wonder of dark days to breathe light in
christ t-tan, cough thunder and sneeze lightning
control the thoughts, procore, feed the gators
sole mediator of code in the holy war, in front of the mobs
and a storm comin in march
locked in the physical form of the son of the god

[chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i.

[verse two: royce]
the true and living son of the son, thorough
tongue swore of war, speak and slash son of a gun
when the rumors started i departed – i don’t know
some old sh-t about me being placed in a tomb in the garden
listen here you lost, i was tortured and died for the cause
and got caught, disappeared from the cross
first into a lesson and learned of my return to the earth
in the form of a perfect human specimen
the written jeweler, driven from the face of a leader
slave of the people, in the form of a hidden ruler
satan’s descendents, put a break in what they intended
the hatred is ended – sway the other way of the sentence
bells’ll go and tell, defendants’ll go to jail
hot coal on ya trail, sinners’ll go to h-ll
i got a soul for sale, well;
let’s start the bidding at a tragic death
who knows what’s finna happen next?
cousin of death, with predictions that i can promise
gave it to nostradamus and now he touchin the rest
the heart caller, balancing birds on my finger
nerves of a cheetah, birthed with the urge to walk water
foul searchin, bi-weekly, all-purpose
talk verses in dashikis and fly turbans
enter the scheme of things, all love
all thugs get judged by me, the king of the kings.

[chorus: sung] w/ adlibs
…don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.
i wake up… and i don’t know where i am.

- royce da 59 lyrics

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